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That’s funny! I don’t have just the generation gap with my mother-in-law, but sometimes also a cultural gap. We have worked our differences through the years though, and both have opened up to new ideas.

But I think “dungarees” turning into designer jeans is something that your mother in law will never understand… But it’s OK, I can see you love her too, and sometimes it is just fun to disagree with your MIL or DIL 🙂

love the story…had a similar conversation with my mother in law about ladies wearing sleeveless shirts- “ladies shouldn’t show their armpits” being pregnant in the heat of the summer-all i wore was tanks!
my basic uniform now is a white t, 501 levis and flip flops-my mother in law would die!

Thats great.shhh don’t tell her I wore “designer” jeans to church on Sunday! The shame of it all. She sounds cute! My Grandmother was just like that and It brought back fun conversations we had. I would always get a smile from her by the end but she would stick with the”farm” theme…

If I didn’t wear jeans, well – I couldn’t leave the house (ok, not really). I so LOVE my jeans. I have capris, I have dress pants, I have skirts and a few dresses. But my jeans, MY JEANS!!! I heart my jeans!!

MIL sounds spunky and fun! I bet a dinner with her leaves all entertained. I am sure she is full of stories to tell!

I was acutally watching ISAAC the other day ( on the style channel) and he said that Jeans are the new little black dress… That paired with the right top, they can be acceptable cocktail party wear… so put that in her pipe and smoke it!!

Ohhhhhhh! I love this post, Sharon! Funny enough, Hubby and I were discussing this very topic yesterday! We were talking about the origins of jeans and whether it was a fashion faux pas to wear them when we’re not working or doing chores.

I personally think some jeans are very chic and stylish, depending on what you pair them with. Jeans can look very, very dressy if you know what to wear with them 🙂

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